Qui Dirige Le Monde? Elles!: Binoche Wades Through Shallow Waters in this Prostitution Dirge
There are several subjects that have been globally exhausted in cinema....
Fatal Recruitment: Tyldum makes a killer action flick.
With his third feature film, Norwegian director Morten Tyldum has created a surprisingly refreshing entry in the...
One section's lose (Un Certain Regard) is indeed another section's gain. The Directors' Fortnight list of 21 films will begin with Michel Gondry's "The...
Working within the walls of a genre over stuffed with recycled extremism, writer/director/editor Ti West's horror films are refreshingly retro. Rather than trying to...
The thrill of meeting Marjane Satrapi reminded me of being 6 years old at Disney Land when I met the living, breathing Cinderella. Except Cinderella was an actress with a blond wig and Marjane is the real woman behind her autobiographical graphic novel, turned movie, “Persepolis”. The distinctive mole on her nose and her dark sultry eyes rose off the page and appeared in front of me, smoking and speaking with a French accent.